Fic: Inheritence

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[A/N: A little pick-me-up fic for the mun of cisskabob. All characters used/referenced with permission. Non-binding future fic.]

Prompt: Picture prompt.


It was just past eight o'clock, and in the King-Jones-Allen household, that usually meant that most of the family was in the living room, amusing themselves with games or books or television. It also usually meant they were about to get into an argument or a discussion, and it usually ended up with Ick being grounded. But Ick was upstairs, and apparently Jenni felt the need to start them off tonight. "How come Ick gets to train?"

"Because Ick's older than you." Bart was flipping through a book and paused to answer his daughter.

"That doesn't make sense."

Now he looked up and closed the book. "Uh, how does that not make sense, Jenni? That makes perfect sense."

"Jack's training."

Bart sighed and looked at Cissie who shrugged. "That's up to Jack's parents."

"Dad," Bart pointed at him, "you were totally only three when you started training."

"I never really trained, and I was way more mature than my physical age."

Cissie laughed so hard she snorted, and Bart shot her a Not Helping, Dear look.

"Uncle Steve is already a superhero!"

"Well, yeah. Captain Marvel has different rules."

"That's stupid."

Bart nodded. This time he agreed. He never really got why that wizard picked kids to be superheroes. Like it wasn't hard enough just being a kid. He assumed.

"Mom was young."

"Mom," Cissie replied, "was training to be an Olympian, not a superhero."

"Nuh uh, Grandma Bonnie - "

"Is high on painkillers."

"BART!"

"Paint fumes?"

"Bart!"

"Life?"

Cissie pinched the bridge of her nose while all the kids giggled. Ick wandered in, looking pleased with herself. Bart made a face. "How's Lian?"

"Hot."

"Ick."

"Daaad." She flopped down on her favorite chair, and Bat immediately went to take his favorite spot on his sister's lap. "What're we talking about?"

"We want to train," Jenni answered, before Max cleared his throat. "I mean, Bat and I do. And Max a little."

"Train?"

"Like you. And Jack. And Uncle Steve." Jenni made a face. The and everyone else we know was implied.

"Sure."

Bart stared at her. "Uh, Ick, not really up to you."

"Dad, I go to the range and I shoot a bow for three hours after school every day and five on weekends. If they want to come do that, I don't see why they can't." She grinned at her dad.

Cissie smiled. Bart wondered when his daughter got smarter than he did, and why he wasn't going to get to ground her tonight. It was tradition.

"Uh," Jenni looked at Bat and Max, who suddenly looked a lot less interested than they had before. "But we want to train to be speedsters, not archers."

"Who do we know that's training to be a speedster that's our age?" Ick ruffled Bat's hair, which earned her a playful thwap.

"Uh."

"Um."

Bat piped up: "Dad was!"

"Dad was like fourteen or something. Everyone that's fourteen or older, raise their hand." Bart raised his hand and, after a second, Cissie did too. Ick smiled and raised hers. "Okay, guess it's archery or nothing."

Jenni narrowed her eyes. "Fine. I'll go train with you and Lian."

Cissie pinched Bart's thigh. This was getting interested. She leaned over and whispered to him: "We've got smart kids."

"I know," he whispered back. "I'm sorta scared."

She kissed his neck and leaned into him to watch it play out. "Love you, even if you gave me scary kids."

"Uh, the girls are the scariest. That makes it your fault." She pinched his thigh again and he grinned. "Love you, too."

Ick and Jenni, meanwhile, were going back and forth, calling each others' ever-increasing bluffs regarding training, girlfriends, and privacy. Bat and Max were smart enough to pretend it wasn't happening, and started playing chess with each other. When Ick offered to let Jenni into the locker room for a shower after she and Lian were done training, Bart decided it had gone far enough.

"No training or lesbian sex - or any sex - until you're older."

"DAD."

"Look, Ick, have all the sex in the shower you want, as long as you're safe about it, but don't bring your sister along." Ick was mortified, which had been about what Bart was going for.

Max and Bat decided it was a good time to go build a snowman.

"You know, one day your mother will be the scary one."

Cissie laughed. "Not likely."

Ick was staring at her parents, and Jenni was staring at the floor. "Fine, we won't train. Geez, Dad."

"Geez, Jenni. You and Max can come for runs with me. But only with me, okay?"

"What about - "

"Nope. Just me, and we'll see how those go before I say yes to anyone else. Good enough?"

Jenni grinned. "Thanks, Dad!"

She ran out to tell her brother. He wondered how Bat would take it, but had a feeling he'd find out soon enough.

Ick stood up. "You guys suck. Love you. Can I go to Grandpa Ollie's this weekend?"

Cissie nodded. "I don't see why not. Other than the 'you suck' comment. Try not to get into any trouble that Ollie can't cover up, okay?"

"Okay!" Ick grinned. "Thanks, Mom."

After she was gone, Bart poked Cissie in the side. "I didn't get to ground her."

"Don't worry, Mr. Allen, I'm sure you'll get your chance."

He sighed dramatically. "I guesssss."

"Guessssss what today is, dork."

"Friday?"

"Mmmhmm."

"So?"

"So." She kissed his neck again, but this time kept on kissing along his jaw until she was at his lips. "Weren't you the one that told me that you'd want me on any day that ends in Y?"

Bart grinned. "You know, I think I was. Maybe they do get their brains from me."

Cissie laughed, but she didn't bother arguing. There was no arguing with Bart once his ego was going. Besides, they had better things to do.